Johnny Ghost woke up with a throb in his head. He groaned and put his hand up to his forehead, feeling the pulse it was emitting. He opened his eyes and surveyed the area, when his gaze fell upon a little boy curled in a ball. The boy had messy brown hair, and wore a red t-shirt with blue jeans. He looked up and gasped when he saw Ghost looking at him.
"D-don't hurt me," the boy whimpered. He scooted back away from Ghost, his green eyes filing with tears.
"Hey, it's OK," Johnny said. "I'm not gonna hurt you. What's your name?"
The boy sniffed. "G-gregory."
"OK, so Gregory," Johnny began. "Do you know where we are?"
Gregory shook h